Into the Rif, a Break, a Challenge

Three day's walking brought us to the scenic mountain town of Chefchaouen. On the way we camped by the roadside twice; the first night in a pine forest, the second by a dry river bed. As we ascended into the Rif Mountains, pine forests gave way to scattered olive groves. Men were plowing everywhere with mules and wooden plows while the women tended flocks of sheep or cattle.
At one point a man stopped his car to ask if we needed a ride. This has been a common occurrence since we began walking in Morocco. As always we declined the invitation, telling him we were peace pilgrims. He immediately responded by asking if we needed anything; before I could answer he asked if we needed money; again, before I could answer he handed us enough money to get us down the road for another week or two. I am again deeply humbled by the generosity of these people. There is a lot for the Western world to learn from Islam.
Without anybody to host us in Chefchaouen, we decided to take a break for a few days at a campsite above the town. Two day's rest, a good meal or two, and a couple of hot showers will get us ready for the long trek down to Fes.
At our campsite I was challenged by a Frenchman concerning the pilgrimage. He wanted to know not so much what it is about or why, but, as he put it, "Who are you to be telling people in the Middle East about peace?"
I had a difficult time explaining anything to him; there was a language barrier; but my response is as follows: I am nobody; however, I am a Friend of Christ, and as a Friend of Christ I am also a Friend of Humanity, and as a Friend of Humanity I will talk to anyone on Earth about peace if they are willing to listen.